I would like to express my thanks to volunteer editors Angel_Love, honeywldcat, AngryBarCode, and most recently, adetaildiva for all of their kind and helpful assistance.
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This story is the third of a series, which began with: A Knee, A Rub, A Beer and A Babe, written by jakebarnes48. The series continued with: A Chair, a Guy, Wine and Two Babes, written by the current author, jakebarnes06. The original author no longer is able to submit stories due to a glitch at Lit; however, you still can read his stories
here
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The first story introduced Jake to the gorgeous, red-haired Suz and described their kinky encounter at a slightly darkened bar. The second story found Jake and Suz about leave the bar. Suz's incredible, dark-haired, and longtime friend, Michele the bartender in the first story asked to join them. Of course, Jake and Suz agree, and the story describes their late night escapade.
This story resumes in the wee hours of the next morning, as...
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"Hey, Jake, it's cold. Come up here and get under the covers with us," someone complained from not far away.
I knew I heard a woman's voice, and I wondered if I were dreaming or if someone really were with me. Upon brief semiconscious reflection, I realized the voice had said,
"with us."
As my mind filtered dream from reality, I realized there were two women in bed with me. I opened my eyes, lifted my head, and saw a lightly-tanned redhead spooning a darker-complected brunette. I recalled the events of the previous evening and chuckled that Suz and Michele even were in my bed.
"Amazing"
is the word that came to my mind.
"Hi, guys. I'm cold too. You two go ahead and crawl under the covers. I'll be right back," I answered as nonchalantly as possible.
I checked the clock on my night stand. It read, two in the morning.
"How did the clock know?"
I wondered.
I did what any guy would do if he were awakened in the middle of the night, after engaging in his first threesome with two beautiful women. I climbed out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. I arrived above the toilet and looked down. Noting that I was both naked and soft, I thought,
"Good, I'll be able to pee and go right back to bed."
That's exactly what I did; well, I peed anyway.
Just as I finished, I heard the pitter-pat of small feet approaching from behind.
"May I help you, Jake?"
She was Michele the shorter, thinner, and darker-complected woman. I'd swooned over her scent a few hours earlier.
"Why was she in here?"
Michele smiled at my obvious discomfort and reached for the nearby roll of toilet paper. She scowled, noticing the man-orientation of the roll, but nonetheless pulled the roll forward from the top, ripped off a goodly number of sections of paper, folded them neatly, grasped me and carefully dabbed me clean. She tossed the used paper into the bowl. I reached and flushed. She released my cock, rose from her knees, grasped both of my hands, and started to walk me to one of my twin sinks. She stopped.
"Have we forgotten something, Jake?" she asked, with a concerned look on her face.
Completely confused now, I only could shrug my shoulders and claim a lack of knowledge. I noticed her left foot tapping impatiently and quickly followed her eyes to the raised toilet seat.
"Oops," I grimaced. I lowered the seat.
"That's better, Jake," Michele smiled, as we continued our trip to the sink.
She turned on the tap, finding the right combination of hot and cold, squirted some soap into her palms, and pulled my hands along with hers under the tap. We stayed there only for a moment and only to wet our hands.
Michele sensuously rubbed her hands and fingers against, over, and all around mine mixing soap with water. She slowly scraped her silver-painted nails against my mildly ticklish palms, sending little shivers of electricity through my stomach, and into my groin. She massaged the soft musculature below each of my thumbs and each of my little fingers. She grasped the middle finger of each of my hands with the pads of her thumb and first three fingers and stroked those fingers up and down. I wondered if she were foretelling the future.
She took her time, until all four of our hands were well lathered. Only then, did she push our hands back into the warm tap and rinse us thoroughly. She repeated her slow massage with a large, soft towel hung nearby. She suggestively dried each finger separately, wrapping the towel around the finger and stroking up and down.
I'm a visual man, so needless to say, the more Michele touched, stroked, massaged, and dried me, the harder I became. By the time she finished, I was fully erect. Michele dropped to her knees, directly in front of me, alighting atop a comfortable area rug. She grasped my cock with her two tiny hands: front-hand fingers to her left and back -hand fingers to her right. She began a slow, steady double-handed pump.
"Your cock's nice and hard, Jake. I caused that, didn't I?" Michele teased, knowing she had.
I was wide-awake and thought to myself,
"I can play this game."
"Of course it's hard, Michele. You made it so. Does getting me hard make you proud of yourself?" I encouraged the playful exchange.
"It sure does, Jake. It's exciting to know that this little lesbian turned you on so much, just by washing your hands," Michele bragged, as she tilted her head for effect, but kept her eyes focused on her hands sliding up and down my cock.
"Lesbian? Michele's a lesbian? Does that mean Suz is as well? I thought these two women just kind of went both ways. What's going on here?"
I wondered.
She silently stroked me for a moment before a quizzical looked appeared on her face and she asked, "Would you like to know what feels so amazingly sensual about stroking you, Jake?"
Her question intrigued me, but "Of course I would, Michele, but first, I have a question for you. Do you mind?"
